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I sink my teeth in his shoulder and my nails in his back as the darkness rushes over me and I explode from the inside out. He goes stiff and jerks several times, yelling near my ear. I just hang on for dear life. I can’t feel my legs anymore and the sweat is pouring off us and pooling in the hollow of my stomach. And then his heavy body collapses on mine with a loud slap! I can feel the thrumming of his heart against mine and the pulsing artery going down the center of his stomach where we are pressed together. The sound of my own pulse fills my ears, and the hotel room that used to be filled with our shouts and growls is now dead silent but for my blood pounding away.

We were sworn enemies, different wolf breeds that loathed the other ever since the war, how then could we be mates? Alpha Liam, my mate? Impossible. Despite the lingering feeling of foreboding and danger, I felt like running into his arms. My body was acting completely opposite manner. His heavy scent continued to linger in the air as he appraoched. He suddenly took off and began to run towards me, his face filled with rage and unwavering disgust. I bent down immediately, wrapping my trembling hands around my legs, listlessly resigning to my sad fate. Perhaps this is how I had been destined to die.

TW: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes. ♕—Delilah Lorenzo pulled away breathing heavily, a raindrop slid down my face and into my parted lips. Being in Lorenzo's arms and not feeling any fear was terrifying because it felt so good. I can't deny the fact that I had never felt safer than I do in his arms.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

He said and I nod before he left. I want Dylan to be wrong because I will not be able to handle it.I felt dizzy all of a sudden.I guess it was because I was anxious. KINGSTON I woke up only to see Nina naked beside me.What have I done? "My lover is awake she said as she got up from her side of the bed and I saw her full body. "Like what you see? We can go another round .You are really rough.You were all over me yesterday.You did not even use protection"She said as she caressed my chest and tried to kiss me again and I turned my face away from her.

SCARLETT As we walked into the familiar house, a wave of fear and arousal washed over me, mingling together in a way that left me trembling with anticipation. Damien's presence loomed over me like a dark shadow, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Fuck! What am I doing back here? Despite my attempts to hold my own, to act angry and stubborn, I couldn't deny the underlying excitement that pulsed through my veins. The thought of being kidnapped and used had always been a secret fantasy of mine, and the circumstances of me being here only heighten my arousal.

With her spicy flavour on his lips and his cock pushing her a little further with each thrust, Ana convulsed as she hit the pinnacle of no return. George dropped her thighs and latched his lips to hers. Their blood mingling on their lips, like their new partnership. Life partner and life blood combined as one. He exploded and felt his seed shoot into her hot, eager depths as they milked him for more. Time stopped as they both experienced one fiery explosion after another. The intensity of their completion multiplied by their newly shared emotional bond. They collapsed together minutes after their happy ending. Gently licking to close each other’s wounds in the tender moment. They fell back i

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

That’s what should have crossed my mind when I woke up to him between my legs, but that’s not what happened. I read dark romance all the time. Zero triggers. I can read somnophilia, but going through it? Waking up from it? I didn’t think I’d be able to do it without being dragged into the hell that is my past. I never thought I’d ever be okay with being woken up with physical touch, or anything close to sexual.

I could feel the tremor of her pulse beneath my fingertips as I slid my hands down her back, pulling her flush against me. Her skin was hot, slick with sweat, and I could taste the fear on her lips, a fear so thick it mingled with the hunger that laced her every movement. “Don’t stop,” she gasped between kisses, her voice trembling, as though she was both pleading and demanding at the same time. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I was already too far gone. I pressed my mouth to her throat, feeling the frantic beat of her heart against my lips. The sound of it, so alive and yet so fragile, made my stomach tighten.